Long Qingtu looked down at Long Yan, gripping the Magic Gun, and said with a sigh. Although Long Yan had already given him many surprises today, the final outcome remained unchanged: in the end, Long Yan still had to follow him back to the Eastern Ancient Clan.
But in the next second, Long Qingtu's gaze froze as he stared at Long Yan. Who could have expected that the battered Long Yan would grasp the hilt of the Magic Gun and climb to his feet once again?
Fresh blood dripped freely down the gun's shaft. After the strike just now, Long Yan felt extremely unwell. All he wanted now was a big bed to lie on and sleep for days, but it was not yet time to fall.
It wasn't about winning; it was just about not losing!
"Long Yan!"
Behind him, Qing Li saw Long Yan's pitiful state and couldn't help but want to urge him to give up. To hell with any plans—continuing to fight would surely lead to disaster. Given the strength of Long Yan's body, it was bound to collapse.
